Brave as a falcon and as merciless

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

1840 to 1922

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Or read in thy mute face the soul which lay
—Lo, thou art captured. In my hand to-day
I saw thee pass in thy lone majesty,
Brave as a falcon and as merciless,
I dare not love thee quite. A little while
With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey,
The secret of thy proud aérial way,
And thou shalt sail back heavenwards. Woe is me!
The dull crowd gazed at thee. It could not guess
Untamed, unmated, high above the press.
A prisoner there in chains of tenderness.
I hold thee, and awhile thou deignest to be
Pleased with my jesses. I would fain beguile
My foolish heart to think thou lovest me. See,